I love - from below, behind the bridle, and then - gently enveloping the whole palm down. A few touches of her hands - and Dasha was splashed from head to foot with my sperm, and I seemed to have plunged into a bottomless enveloping bath. Dashunya did not wipe my sperm, and she dried on it - on the hair (or rather, on the layer of paint that covered them), on the stomach, on the breasts and even on the nose.

And Dashka could not be brought in any way, and she tolerated it until night. Her pussy stuck to the paint, she even had to pee hard. In general, everything stuck on us - hair, eyelashes, lips ...

Then we were terribly hungry, and decided to take our things from the bar without washing off the paint. And then - I would have to walk half a kilometer along a concrete path completely naked - it’s five minutes to five. Actually, we were completely naked, but in paint it is somehow more fun and not so embarrassing. Yes, and did not want to wash off, for nothing that the paint was great pulling the skin, and the tops of the tops were like plastic.

In general, we, who were handsome, showed up at the bar ... and there already was a new batch of paint, and the new dudes were screaming. 80 percent are children. Well, Dasha, of course, immediately wanted to go there, and I, too, only told Dasha that I needed to eat. With great effort, dragged her from the pool with paint, ran up to the kiosk (he took the bag with money in the bar), and there, choking, swallowed the shawarma, setting a world record - in half a minute, probably - and rushed to the paint. It was spectacular ...

And there - we see, there are children in the crowd of onlookers, of different ages, and - some are embarrassed, while others ask parents, and it is clear that you really want to go there - but parents do not allow it. This idea is quite expensive for our money - 100 hryvnia. And when they saw us, they screamed. There were two - a boy and a girl, 13 years old, the girl already has bulky breasts, but her face is quite childish. Then Dasha began to look at me pleadingly, and I offered to pay for the children. Shouted that I am a rich millionaire from Papua New Guinea: -). Enough, however, only for four, and even begged to take the fifth girl for 50 UAH. How many screams were there! mothers protested, but nothing can restrain the pressure of such an element. I also said that the children should take off all their clothes so as not to get dirty. At first this proposal was met with a friendly rebuff of the mothers, but Dasha and I shouted so ardently and convincingly that it was possible, showed that they themselves were naked (this made my dick aim up again), and the mothers were mixed, and the children hesitated for a minute - and sent with a rag. I saw how the eyes of the boy and the girl were lit — those who were older — and I realized that it was a dream of their whole life. Without looking at each other, they undressed, turned pink, gave their moms panties, and then turned around so awkwardly to each other, naked, smiled ... and then the whole mob rushed into the pool with us!

How we worked with them there - it’s not in a fairy tale to say what they say! Dasha loves children, she is ready to mess around and play with them all her life, leaving everything else. She herself is a child, in fact, even not in a figurative sense, but in the most direct: she is not yet 20, she is very direct, she always expresses her feelings wholeheartedly, and she knows how to have fun, gives everything to herself in everything. .. while she is very clever, developed, talented - she knows and can more than me. Here is my Dasha: -).

... In general, retelling our fuss is useless: -). We updated the layer of paint on ourselves and, in my opinion, became four centimeters thicker: -). We floundered there, until the paint again turned into a brown mass. Dasha squealed and tumbled with the children simply selflessly. Naked teenagers - a boy and a girl - were very shy at first, and then they both began to tumble and rub against each other! For some reason, it scared me all up and excited for some reason, even more than the first session with the girls ... I don't know why - I never was a pedophile, but - like this ... and I tried to inadvertently hurt the nipples and pussy of the girl, and when I succeeded, I thought that no one had done this before me, and this thought simply blew off the roof. And all this is in front of dozens of people, including parents!

My member terribly demanded detente, I already tried to be in a horizontal position all the time, and all the time I substituted him for Dasha, who strived to inadvertently touch him (frankly, of course, it was impossible). She, like a young one, fiddled with children, and got such a brutal thrill from it, her eyes sparkled so much that sparks spilled out of them. She dipped and kneaded them in paint, juggled with them, and they hung on her like monkeys on her mother. Dashunya was wildly happy, she directly sounded screaming with the children, and we all poured each other with iridescent rainbow streams ...

I felt: two more prikonsoveniya to the member, and I will finish, and already wanted to imperceptibly rub myself on the soft floor to normal ... but thought it over. I did not want at one moment to deprive myself of continuing the holiday. So we often have sex: we repeatedly approach an orgasm - and stop: it is a pity to interrupt pleasure. It happens, we exhaust ourselves to complete exhaustion; and then the orgasm comes suddenly, suddenly - one of the times it always fails to interrupt - and it is as wild and dazzling as lightning.

In general, we got out this time too, although Dasha didn’t want to part with the children terribly and went back - to wander the hills. I didn’t have a photo left - they promised only to send random acquaintances (I gave them my soap) - and I want to describe Dashka how she looked.

The main color of her body was glossy white - white was there the most. On top of white, it was all divorced with bright bright blue, red, yellow, green, and purple, plus thousands of semitones from mixing with white. Her hair stuck together, and the crown of her head was unusually round, and her curls did not differ at all - her head looked like a sleek, glazed ball with a large appendage behind — neither give nor take, a kettle with a handle. Eyelashes, too, stuck together, and his eyes sparkled directly from under the multi-colored spots, and they themselves seemed such spots. From the hair, from the nose, from the nipples, from the fingers dripping paint. The soles, of course, were also in paint, and the legs slid nicely - just like mine. The feeling was like we turned into living toys.

Here we went for a walk again. Wandered up to the dark, as long as I did not have to think about returning. As they moved away from the beach - I began to caress Dasha's pussy before it dried up, and Dasha purred and arched, but it was far from an orgasm - passers-by walked, and the paint dried quickly ... And I terribly wanted to cum, my cock just screamed - but I restrained: I put up with it until the evening, when we arrived at the room.

Even after sunset, I had to go all washed off. It was fun, albeit a bit sad too. We washed off with great difficulty, and not in one day ...

We all the time remembered that we had absolutely no clothes, we had nothing to go home, and the thought of this terribly tickled the nerves. But when we washed (or rather, washed the upper layers) - they went naked to the bar, there was already music, lights ... on Dashka, and they were staring at me coolly, and that was the last straw: Dasha mixed up, stiffened, and I saw as she is ashamed and excited. I saw how my naked member looked at the girls in night outfits ... I terribly wanted them to grab me, drag me to themselves, feel and squeeze everywhere, and Dashka - guys ... imagined how we, naked, rape everyone en masse - and nearly finished at all.

We took the bag, wrapped our two towels - I was around the hips, and Dasha managed to wrap the whole body, from breasts to hips, like a pancake. Bottom, the towel barely reached the place where the pants usually end, but she walked slowly, squeezing her legs, and with her hands tightened the towel downwards. Once there was an incident - it fell. This was seen by 2-3 people, they quietly said to themselves, “Oh!”, And that was all; Dasha was at the limit, clinging to me, and I felt how she was trembling (she is very impressionable).

At home, we first began to caress each other, but found that we were still full of paint - and decided to do an erotic wash session. We promised each other not to stop, to endure while we wash, and it was real erotic torture - I don’t remember such a long excitement. We tried not to touch the genitals, but only touching the bodies was enough to tremble with excitement.

Finally, we jumped into bed, I entered Dashka, and stopped, feeling that it was another second, and I would finish. She tightened all — this sex was not so much tenderness as the discharge of wild tension ... I quickly jumped out of it, perched between my legs, licked a couple of times - she began to swallow the air ... once, twice, third ... and went down, squeaking like a kitten and choking. Here I am in it, and together we tormented each other to the last drop of pleasure ...

All our sex lasted about two minutes, and a frantic orgasm was rather a relief after torture than pleasure. But then ... we tended almost until the morning, then we were savagely hungry at night - went to eat, then swam naked with the stars and the moon, then there was still sex on the beach - completely different: slow and gentle, with chill inside, as if the moonlight spread on the bodies ...

And the next morning we ran to this attraction - and there already is not this pool. And we were told that it was once, it is impossible to do this all the time so as not to pollute the sea. So we were lucky !: -)

True, we were upset at first, Dashka - like that right to tears; but then she said to me: if the attraction was constant, then we would, it would turn out, would come to bathe not in the sea, but in paint: -). And the sea would no longer be Black, but Brown.

So - now we remember with gratitude how we accidentally got on this amazing attraction. But from the wild animal positive, from the terrible excitement and sweet shame of that day, we still cannot move away.

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